Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1887-06-16
Mechannstwn Frederick County, Maryland Thursday June 49, 1884,

mullins and fry some eggs, there's t
dear, and III be broiling chicken an'
getting the coffee ready"
Mechanically Mary obeyed. 1t wal
rather a monotoholts life for IL girl O
eighteen; but after all Mrs. Yorkc was
fairly kind in her way when there was
no especial hurry, and when Classy, tn,
cook. did not aggravate her, or Mr.
Yorke give way to his particular fail
ing of too much Bourbon whiskey.
Mary stood in the cool shadows o
the vine leaves that veled the milk
room window, listening to the rush o.
the surf on the shore, and watching the
robins dart in and out of the old but.
ton-bal trees, and stirred the England
mullins with busy fingers, while hel
thoughts went sorrowfully back to the
grave under the shadow of the yew
hedge, where she had left the white
lilies and the crushed heap of fragrant
roses.
"Not even a sunbeam I" she had said
rebelliously, as she pushed back the
spurs in sort of hot anger. "He shall
have sunshine on his grave-to-day at
least.
And as Mary worked, the slow tears
trickled one by one down her cheek.
She had loved Hnyh Derby very
dearly, but she had q coquettish ele.
ment through her nature-likc most
women, northumberland he had
gone away to the tar South, believing
that she dld not care for him.
And then had come the dreadful
railroad accident, and they had brought
back his body to be buried at KING s
Cross, because the railroad corporation
owned lot in the old church-yard and
it was the most convenient place for
the interment of the poor victims Of the
mishap.
There they lay, side by side, their
their graves marked only by rude stone
crosses, inscribed simply by the name
and death of each sleeper.
And Mary felt that her heart was
broken and lifeless with her forever.
"Nonsensc r Mrs. Yorke had said.
ut won't last-nothing lasts. Why,
| had just such experience when | was
a gal. There was Abe Alexon, us drove
tin.pcddler's wagon, the likeliest fell
low you ever set eye>on. Nc and him
was as good as engaged, but we had a
spat and parted, and the very next
week he fell over King Cliff of a dark
night and was killed. Bless you, felt
as if the whole world had ccme to al
end but here be now married to Iii.
ram Yorke, and as hapry as most folks.
Hiram amt perfection, to be sure, but
Abe was pretty partial to old rye, too,
or he'd never have drove his old horse
over Kings Cross Cliff instead Ground
it. And | reckon things always hap
pens for the best, take one year with
another contenlly added the stout
matron, rs she stirred q saucepanful of
onions with u ponderous tim spoon,
while Mary Folyott' WINGED at the un-
palatable parallel.
What was there in common between
HANDSOME Hugh Derby and the luck
Less hero who, once on II time, reddled
tin and drank too much?
The mulins We're baked, the eggs
fried to the exact shade of gol,IN brown
and the breakfast for "thc gentleman
in Number Nineteen safe off her mind
when Mary rolyott stole down&o the
graveyard once more, with basket of
delicious white rhododendrons, which a
little colored girl and inst brought her
from the woods.
II done knowcl yo' loved white po-
sizes, missee," said Cora Anne, who was
in Miss Folyotts class at Sunday
school. 80 L done brung yo' desc yar.'
1t was golden noontide now the
clusters Of sweet fern exhaling aromat-
lc scents; the COWS standing in the shad-
ow Of hazel copses the ocean spark
Ing like plain of blue diamond.
'rhc task Of decorating the graves, for
which Kings Cross usual y turned out
with a band, q covered wagon, and
conconrse Of struggling villagers, would
not commence until three O'Clock.
"They shall see that he has not been
forgotten said Mary, as she toilcd
along under the bowery apple branch